Frodi said to him one day: "This one thing I mislike in thee, that thou keepest here those two who deserted their master."
Rolf asked: "Was their master worth devotion?"
"Maybe not," says Frodi, "yet ingrates are they both."
"They are free," said Rolf, "either to stay or go."
Frodi grumbled to himself, but said no more to Rolf.
Now October comes in very cold, but no snow as yet; and all harvests are in. Grani had stacked his neatly in ricks against the weather, for there was no room in the hut. There was a pen outside for the ewe; she was a good beast and never wandered, coming home at night.
On a day Rolf called Hallvard and Hallmund to him, and said: "It were not strange if Grani's ewe were to break out of its pen and eat at my ricks, which stand not far away." And he looked hard at Hallvard, who was the slyer of those two.
Said Hallvard with a grin: "That is likely to happen."
Rolf gave them each a piece of money, and said: "Beware of that ewe."
On a morning not long after came those two, leading the ewe. "Master, here have we found this ewe eating at thy ricks, nor know we whose it may be."